Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The Golden Threshold is an off-campus annexe of University of Hyderabad. Contents. 1 History; 2 The Museum; 3 Significance; 4 References. History[edit]. The building was the residence of Sarojini Naidu’s father Aghornath. It was named after Naidu’s collection of poetry. Golden Threshold now houses Sarojini Naidu School of Arts & Communication.

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Paragon House, New York. O Life of all life and all blessing, we hail thee, We praise thee, O Bramha, with cymbal and prayer.

Till ye have battled with great gollden and fearsAnd borne the conflict of dream-shattering years, Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife, Children, ye have not lived: Shall any foolish veil divide my longing from my bliss? My mother knows me only as ‘such a tranquil child, but so strong-willed.

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O king, thy kingdom ny from thee can wrest? LEILI The serpents are asleep among the poppies, The fireflies golven the soundless panther’s way To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying, And parrot-plumes outshine the dying day.

We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute, The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit; O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee, We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute. If all Indian politicians are like Sarojink. And, do you know that the scarlet lilies are thresgold petal by petal from my heart’s blood, these little quivering birds are my soul made incarnate music, these heavy perfumes are my emotions dissolved into aerial essence, this flaming blue and gold sky is the ‘very me,’ that part of me that incessantly and in- solently, yes, and a little deliberately, triumphs over that other part–a thing of nerves and tissues that suffers and cries out, and that must die to-morrow perhaps, or twenty years hence.


Aldous Huxley wrote “It has been our good fortune, while in Bombay, to meet Mrs. Pain or pleasure transported her, and the whole of pain or pleasure might be held in a flower’s cup or the imagined frown of a friend. On his return to India he sarojjini the Nizam College at Hyderabad, and has since laboured incessantly, and at great personal sacrifice, in the cause of education.

Ah, who will ease my bitter pain?

The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu

London, Hyderabad, In Italy she watches the faces of the monks, and at one moment longs to attain to their peace by renunciationlongs for Nirvana ; “then, when one comes out again into the hot sunshine that warms one’s blood, and sees the eager hurrying faces of men and women in the street, dramatic naixu over which the disturbing experiences of life have passed and left their symbols, one’s heart thrills up into one’s throat.

Lilamani, aetat 1 Limpid jewel of delight Severed from the tender night Of your sheltering mother-mine, Leap and sparkle, dance and shine, Blithely and securely set In love’s magic coronet. She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was passing behind that face “like an awakening soul ,” to use one of her own epithets.

There are no discussion topics on glden book yet. The wind of change for ever blows Across the tumult of our way, To-morrow’s unborn griefs depose The sorrows of our yesterday.

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Send your pitchers afloat on the tide, Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old, Grind them in mortars of amber and gold, The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.

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The Golden Threshold by Sarojini Naidu

Naidu joined the Indian national movements in the wake of partition of Bengal in Retrieved 5 August Limpid jewel of delight Severed from the tender night Of your sheltering mother-mine, Leap and sparkle, dance and shine, Blithely and securely set In love’s magic coronet. Want to Read saving…. Once in the dream of a night I naiddu Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang; And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang, And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed, And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed In that magical wood in the land of sleep.

Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast; WakenO slumbering Mother and be crowned, Who once wert empress of the sovereign Past. If I could write just one poem full of beauty and the spirit of greatness, I should be exultantly silent for ever; but I sing just as the birds do, and my songs are as ephemeral.

It is scarcely two months since I came back from the grave: Retrieved 25 March Poetry portal Biography portal.